TaiHao

Ancestor Wu Sheng was not the last person to come. After him, there were two more people who came from the sea, looking like they were dusty.

"Fellow Taoist Mai?" Jiang Yuanchen knew the visitors, and one of them was Taoist Mai from Penglai Prefecture.

Taoist Mai was accompanied by a young monk carrying a sword. Mai's eyes lit up and she raised her hand to Jiang Yuanchen: "Fellow Taoist is here too?"

"Senior brother." The young monk next to him signaled to Taoist Mai, and then said to Xuangui: "Senior, I and I came from Penglai Continent. Are we late?"

"It's not too late, my little friend seems to be of the lineage of Taoist immortals?" Xuangui took a closer look and said with a smile, "Let's just count him as the magic sword."

Those who follow the path of immortality have no supernatural powers and only cultivate the way of heaven. But the initial entry into Taoism is also very particular. Taoist Mai Yi used calligraphy and painting to sense inspiration from mountains and rivers, while Taoist Yunlin, his junior brother, understood the way of heaven from the way of swordsmanship. He followed the natural path of imitating the law. Although he had no magic power, his pure swordsmanship already involved the laws of heaven and earth.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, Fellow Daoist Murong, my junior brother is not familiar with ordinary things, so please take care of me." Taoist Mai Yi handed over to the two of them at this moment, hoping that they could help.

Murong Wan'er and Jiang Yuanchen nodded, while Yun Lin showed no expression and just nodded to sit next to Jiang Yuanchen.

Jiang Yuanchen didn't know much about Penglai Prefecture, and they were also very curious about the legendary happy wonderland there.

The three of them were sitting together, and the other magic sword monks looked at each other without making a move.

Among the four types of swordsmanship, the Killing Sword has the smallest number of people, while the Power Sword and Quick Sword have the largest number of people.

"The only martial arts in the world that cannot be defeated is speed."

"Let you make all kinds of plans, and I will kill them all with one sword."

Therefore, most monks practice these two types of practices.

"There are many famous swords in the world!" Murong Wan'er said with a smile: "But they are obsessed with the power of famous swords, how much do they understand the way of swordsmanship?"

"Stop!" Jiang Yuanchen quickly stopped Murong Wan'er: "Don't talk about which is orthodox and more important: Dharma, Sword Qi or Divine Sword. This issue has been debated in the sword cultivator lineage for countless years without any results, so we'd better not discuss it."

"What Taoist Fellow Changming said is true." Yunmen also came to Jiang Yuanchen after Patriarch Wusheng appeared.

"My fellow Taoist is a profound person. If you don't understand the Great Way of Yuanshen, what are you doing here?"

"Master intends to let this poor Taoist come here to try his luck and gain some experience." Taoist Yunmen also doesn't know the way of swordsmanship, so he uses his own understanding of heaven and earth to transform his sword intention. He held a whisk in his hand as a sword.

The Fajian side was peaceful and peaceful, and a group of people gathered in small groups to reminisce about old times. The Killing Sword side was full of murderous intent. Shentu Gong was the first to be killed by the gold medal killer.

One hit!

"Is this the way of killing without life?" Yunlin looked curiously. His way of swordsmanship conforms to the laws of heaven and earth, and he swings his sword along the path of the law. Although the way of killing without life is also in line with the law, it is between life and death. Keep swinging.

"Well, it's a pity that our ancestors were too selfish and refused to pass on the real practice method. Except for the first blow, these Shura killers had a very easy time. As long as they adapt to the rhythm of Wusheng Killing, there will be no problems." Jiang Yuanchen I often deal with these people, so I have a lot of say.

Ancestor Wusheng was not angry after hearing the provocative words: "Xuan Hao, if you have the ability, you can come out of Lingzhou. Ancestor can find someone to teach you the true meaning of Wusheng's killing method? How about you pick the twelve gold medal killers at will?" "

"Ancestor, let them come to Beihai. This incarnation of you is better than me in swordsmanship." Jiang Yuanchen counterattacked.

If the son of a rich man cannot sit down in the hall, Jiang Yuanchen will not go out easily in his own right.

Five-colored clouds reflected over the floating island, and a sword light flashed in front of Jiang Yuanchen's eyes, as if he had entered a dream world. Looking at the light source, there was actually a divine sword colliding with the Qingming Sword on the Lijian side.

"This is it!" Jiang Yuanchen's eyes flashed, and he had a plan in his mind.

"Duan Jing, is this your method against the dream world?" Murong Wan'er turned to ask Duan Jing, who was not far away. Duan Jing is also of the Dharma Sword lineage and nodded in recognition: "The name of this sword is 'Jingmeng'. It restrains the dream magic. Within the scope of this sword, it can protect the disciples' intelligence."

In other words, when this sword is at Chixiao Peak, it can cover the entire Chixiao Peak and prevent Jiang Yuanchen's dream world from being spied on.

"You guys acted fast enough. It looks like this is also a spiritual sword, not inferior to our sect's Hundred Scales Thousand Spider Sword." Jiang Yuanchen chuckled, stood up and raised his fingers at Duan Jing: "Come down, let me have a look. Look at your Fenghuaxueyue sword."

Duan Jing was quite confident in himself: "Then let me ask senior brother to comment!"

With a wave of Fengyue's precious fan, the four sword intentions of Fenghua, Snow and Moon turned into four swords and stood beside Jiang Yuanchen. Later, the thoughts of the world of mortals evolved into a large formation to trap Jiang Yuanchen.

The melancholy sound penetrated his ears and disturbed his mind. Jiang Yuanchen chuckled lightly, and used his sword intention to protect himself from the erosion of the worldly atmosphere.

In the center of the sword formation, Duan Jing did not expect to defeat Jiang Yuanchen with one blow, so he directly used the method of killing the formation.

"Wind Sword!" Duan Jing pointed at the Oriental sword. The mysterious black wind flew up from the green sword and blew towards Jiang Yuanchen.

A ball of spiritual water in Jiang Yuanchen's hand turned into a Lingbo flower and shook gently, walking directly out of the attack range of the wind sword. Then a bright moon fell in the sky, and snowflakes rustled down.

The scenery of wind, flowers, snow and moon in the whole formation gives people a bone-chilling feeling, solitary and cold, which is exactly the meaning of Jiang Yuanchen's Cold Moon Sword in the past. Along with the broken petals scattered all over the sky, a sense of loneliness arises from the Taoist heart.

"How can this kind of method disturb my Taoist mind?" Jiang Yuanchen shook his head and laughed, and then had a response.

"Like water!" Jiang Yuanchen flipped his hand, and the petals of Lingbo flower fell. The petals of countless flowers in the array turned into pure white, and the snowflakes turned into rain. The originally red formation was shrouded in a layer of blue, and half of the control of the entire formation was stripped away by Jiang Yuanchen!

Using Ruoshui Sword Intention again, the bright moon in the sky turned into a pool of lunar water, and the hurricane was also submerged by the water.

The formation of wind, flowers, snow and moon suddenly turned into a vast ocean world. Duan Jing splashed in the water and shouted: "Brother, I surrender!"

Duan Jing's sword intent matched well with the Jug Sword. This was one of the reasons why Jiang Yuanchen took the initiative. After defeating him, Jiang Yuanchen stopped and sat back down.

Everyone has seen Jiang Yuanchen and Murong Wan'er's methods, so everyone next chose their target and found Yun Lin.

Dao Xingxian's combat power is not high, maybe he can win?

A sword cultivator stepped forward and pointed at the wooden sword, life, death and glory. Yunlin was immediately affected by the power of the wooden sword. There are blooming flowers on the left side of the cloud forest, and fallen leaves on the right side.

"This is a Chun wood sword!" Taoist Master Yunmen said, "It was made from the spiritual wood of the senior from the East!"

Of course, Jiang Yuanchen, the one from the East China Sea, knew the legendary tree king, the ancestor of the sacred tree who lived five hundred years in the spring and five hundred years in the autumn.

"One year old and one dry glory, this sword is the fifteenth dead sword in Kyushu?" Murong Wan'er took a few more glances, and this time it was indeed a gathering of famous swords in Kyushu!

However, although this sword cultivator has such a spiritual sword, Yunlin is not easy to compete with.

The sword held by Yun Lin can only be said to be an ordinary thing, but it is the most consistent with himself because of the fusion of his essence for countless years. Moreover, the sword is attached with the Dao Yun of Heaven and Earth, which can barely compare with many famous swords.

Yun Lin looked carefully at the trajectory of the Kurong Sword. The Fan sword in his hand suddenly moved, and it was inserted diagonally from the trajectory of the blade of the Kurong Sword, and lay across the sword cultivator's neck. There was a ray of innate sword intent in the trajectory of the sword. Jiang Yuanchen and Yunmen looked at each other, obviously seeing the power of this simple sword. This sword is as if it were made in heaven, it is a miraculous craftsmanship, without any artificial charm at all.

"Interesting!" Jiang Yuanchen smiled unconsciously: "This is the Enlightenment Sword of the Dao Xingxian lineage? Shuntian Magic Sword?"

Seeing that Lie Xin was happy, Jiang Yuanchen wanted to compare with him. It's just that Yun Lin was better than the Kurong Sword Master, and no one continued to challenge him, so he simply went to the sword pot to sense the flagon sword.

Yun Lin came from Penglai Prefecture, so he was naturally influenced by the sword intention of the Jug Sword, so when he was at the Sword Jug, the hilt of the sword shook, as if he was about to pull him out.

Unfortunately, his strength failed, and the sword hilt flew half a foot out before falling into the wine pot again.

Xuangui said: "Although my friend has a fate with this sword, it seems that the fate is still a little shallow. Let's take a look at other people's first!"

Yunlin bowed and returned to his seat again.

"Fellow Taoist, how about you and I having a sword discussion?" Jiang Yuanchen invited with a smile.

"Discuss swords?" Yun Lin was a little confused. He just felt that the flagon sword was too consumed. If he wanted to discuss swords now...

"Just try the magic sword to understand it!" Jiang Yuanchen said, swiping his finger on the ice, and a sword intention attached to the ground. In the eyes of others, it is just a sword mark, but to Yun Lin, it is a rushing river!

"Junior brother, continue!" Taoist Mai Yi saw the two of them discussing swords beside Xuan Gui, and threw his Spring and Autumn Brush to Yun Lin.

Yun Lin used a pen instead of a sword and drew a sharp fork on one third of the sword mark to cut off the sword's power.

The rushing river in front of Jiang Yuanchen was blocked by a huge sky gate, and then divided into two creeks.

"Interesting." Jiang Yuanchen touched his chin and reached out his hand again to tap lightly on the back.

The accumulated water turned into a sea, and spiritual springs emerged from the ground. The two branches were gathered together to form a sea again, turning into a sea of ​​swords.

Then Yunlin counterattacked, and Jiang Yuanchen took action again...

The two competed with each other for more than a dozen moves, but in the end Yunlin was too weak and had to admit defeat.

"I heard that Senior Brother Mai mentioned that Brother Dao Jiang is not inferior to our lineage of Taoist Immortals. Now I see that it is true."

"It's not that I'm a poor swordsman, it's just that I take advantage of the powerful magic power." Jiang Yuanchen admires these Taoist immortals, but they don't have magic power and have less stamina than him. I'm afraid they can't even hold the hip pot sword. .

"Let the poor Taoist have a hand in this conference!" The sound of wearing rings rang out in the air, and another expert arrived. r1152

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